save the judge

Unlike Tamamo, who needed to spend a lot of demonic power before coming here, traveling through time and space with the God-inspector is much easier. Honmaru and the God-inspector are naturally connected, and locating the coordinates is effortless, not to mention that there is Fusangshen by his side.

Hidekiri easily broke through the space-time gap, and the chaotic purple-black turbulence wrapped in a sharp wind knife immediately roared out from the narrow gap. A colder wind.

Looking at the boundless space in the gap as deep as a sea of ​​tranquility, Jingujiquan couldn't help but feel a faint tremor in his heart.

It is the natural fear and shock of human beings when they face all the large and infinite spaces. This kind of power makes human beings feel like they are going to collapse, and at the same time makes human beings intoxicated.

Now Jingujiquan seemed to be bewitched by the too deep color, he couldn't help walking a few steps forward, his complexion was pale, and there was an abnormal blush on his cheekbones, his whole person looked like he was drunk There is also a sense of shaky frenzy.

A great sorrow suddenly seized him in the wilderness.

"Patriarch?" Higakiri was the first to realize that something was wrong with him, and reached out to help him. Jingujiquan was shocked, as if he had recovered, and looked at Higakiri blankly, as if he didn't understand why his expression was so serious. .

"What's wrong with you?" Hikaki asked in a low voice.

Jingujiquan listened to his words only belatedly: "Ah... what?"

Tamazamo lowered her head, looking at him like looking at a fascinating flower, or a faint trace of moonlight, about to face the light and heat of the morning sun.

"You're crying." Nine-Tailed Fox said softly, his eyes were full of confusion, "What's wrong with you?"

He curled up his fingers, a cautious gesture as if to wipe the dew from the petals.

Jingongjiquan raised his hand abruptly and clasped the fox demon's wrist. A severe suffocation surged from his chest, and the air in his lungs was quickly squeezed out. He was wrapped in a sense of oppression from nowhere, and he opened his eyes. With big eyes, he let out a low moan of pain, and at the same time came another burst of more intense heart palpitations: "I... don't know."

He whimpered softly.

"I don't know...it hurts..."

The pale and thin human bent his back, something... was cruelly stripped from his soul just now.

"Patriarch?!" Mustache quickly grabbed the man into his arms, Jingongjiquan looked at his face, thought of something, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and suddenly a light of enlightenment flashed in his pupils: " Back to—”

He only spoke half of what he said, and the space-time gap that was left aside has already rolled up another gust of wind unwillingly, and the frivolous soul eroded by the power of time soars up from the temporary body, like a sandy shallow The golden streamer circled for half a circle in front of Higakiri and Tamamo, obeying the master's will and rushing towards the boundless vortex.

Hidekiri was stunned for a moment, and then involuntarily turned into a wave of cherry blossoms that collapsed and rolled in after the thin stream of light.

The big demon turned into a wisp of smoke and dust on the spot, and disappeared behind them at an unmatched speed.

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There is a thin layer of barrier outside the castle tower of Honmaru, which is different from the standard barrier outside Honmaru. This kind of barrier is urged by the god-inspector of Honmaru. Fu Sangshen, who has spiritual power, can come in and out freely, and after the spiritual power of Jingujiquan changed, the barrier also became spiritually disordered, and became a cage where people inside could not get out and people outside could not get in.

Therefore, for Honmaru, who has lost all his combat power, the castle tower may be the safest place.

However, for them, staying here probably caused him more pain than being outside.

The blue-haired young man's pupils were dilated, and he stared at the spacious courtyard downstairs. The ten fingers that were holding onto the window frame gradually cracked their nails due to excessive force. His always gentle face was filled with paper-like fright and burning passion. Burning rage.

His eyes tried to find his brothers in the clearing that passed away like quicksand.

The sword was picked up from various places in Honmaru by uninvited guests wearing monk clothes and discarded on the ground. Another man with a familiar face sat there leisurely cross-legged, as if playing with some toy, and took the sword out of its sheath with great interest. Luo Lie stabbed a formation of knives on the ground in front of him one by one.

Famous knives of different lengths are silently rooted on the ground, and in the twilight of the twilight, they reflect a halo that is more gorgeous and bright than jewels. In just a moment of chilling and bloody atmosphere, the leisurely and warm courtyard became a battlefield where thousands of armies fought and countless corpses were buried.

With the help of the enchantment of the castle tower, Yizhen can still maintain the last bit of strength not to be trapped in the deep sea. He breathed quickly, his eyes gliding over Yizheng's bright and sharp sword, looking for his younger brother them.

Found it, found it, found it...

The Yizheng Dagger was accurately picked out by the eldest brother, but...but...

After a while, his expression gradually became stiff and frightening.

What about drug research...

back...

What about Akita...

The monk in the shabby robes came down from the long corridor, threw the dagger in his arms at the person sitting on the ground, and sat cross-legged beside him with a blank face, lowered his head and began to quietly twirl the prayer beads up the scriptures.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Baishi was hit on the head by a heavy sword, grinning his teeth in pain, and spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth: "Hey, hey, throw it when you see it, there is a big living person down there!" !"

The monk remained silent, still reciting endless scriptures with lowered eyebrows.

Shiraishi was not surprised by his reaction. There was already a massacre of swords standing in front of him. The man patiently rotated the Taidao that had just been inserted into the ground for half a circle, changed the direction that was more convenient for him, and then picked up the sword that was on the ground for the last time. .

"Oh." He raised his brows in surprise, "It's actually Sanri Yue Zongjin?"

He felt that this was an extremely interesting coincidence, so interesting that he couldn't help expressing his emotions with his fellow travelers.

——It's a pity that the other party will probably ignore him, so Baishi swallowed his words resentfully, scratching his heart and lungs alone for such an interesting coincidence.

"Although I'm not good at swordsmanship, I didn't expect that I could be a swordsman general." Baishi laughed to himself, holding the handle of Sanriyue with both hands and stabbing it into the ground. You, come to witness the death of the Lord of this world."

One of the five swords in the world let out a low buzzing sound, like a suppressed roar, and was held by Baishi and slowly broke through the ground.

"The drizzle in May is still cruel, and I will send my name Du Juanyi, flying up to the sky." Shiraishi chanted Ashikaga Yoshiki's death song, but his eyes kept staring at the silent castle tower in front of him, "Don't insult your mother The glory of my child, I am here waiting for you to come out."

At the same time, Yiqi Yizhen on the Tianshou Pavilion also knelt and sat beside the God judge.

The inquisitor lying in the bedding was unconscious, his long jet-black hair was neatly combed and scattered on the pillow, and his handsome face looked too pale due to the deep sleep in the scene.

"Lord……"

In the dark bedroom, the elegant and gentle Fu Sangshen groaned in pain: "My lord... Please..."

He hunched his back, and the Taidao, who didn't even have the main sword in his hand at the moment, could only whine in despair: "Please... help..."

The begging buried in the dark is more fragile than the withered flowers, but at the same time, Jingujiquan, which should have been scattered in the vortex of time and space and lost consciousness, was struck by lightning.

He heard a cry for help from afar.

He had never heard such a low cry of pain and mourning. It was as light as thin ice shattered and the first snow fell, but it made his heart tremble and twitch.

--It hurts……

whose voice is it?

Whose cry is it?

The stars in the sea of ​​consciousness were dimming, and he finally discovered where the sudden pain came from just now—a few stars had fallen.

The whirling speed of the vortex was faster than the floating speed of consciousness. After he realized what happened, his soul sank heavily. His light body had a solid support, and his numb body felt the softness of the bedding, which was extremely refreshing. A soft voice hovered in his ears.

But he didn't have the energy to listen to what the other party said, all his mind was immersed in the fact he had just discovered.

His star fell.

who is it?

who is it!

The inquisitor who was sleeping peacefully in the quilt suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body bounced up like a dehydrated fish, and was pushed back to the original place because of the restraint of the quilt, he could only struggle and let out a heart-piercing scream .

One phase Yizhen was awakened by the sudden scream of the god judge, and he didn't have time to think about how the god judge woke up, but subconsciously rushed to hold him down, for fear that he would hurt himself: "Master? What's the matter with you, master? — Hurry up Wake up!"

Jingujiquan's out-of-focus eyes seemed to see him, but he didn't seem to see anything at all. The black-haired interrogator turned from neighing to intermittent low sobs. The sound was stuck in his throat, like a tear The wind blew through the long and narrow ancient road, and every breath was filled with the smell of blood.

"... Yaoyan... retreat..." Yiqi Yizhen saw the mouth of the examiner move, subconsciously lowered his head to listen closely, and pieced together his brother's name in the weak air current, his body suddenly Stiff.

Jingujiquan's eyes gradually had a dull luster, accompanied by a hoarse voice like weeping blood: "Yaoken..."

An unknown wind blew up in the room, and the nine-tailed fox demon and the silver-haired sword appeared one after another. Jingujiquan could only see one person instinctively. He stretched out his hand towards the other person, as if looking for a straw in despair , the cold light in the red eyes emerged bit by bit under the rationality.

Higakiri swallowed the blood that gushed up to his throat due to being affected by the eddy current, took a step forward, and silently clasped Jinguji Izumi's hand.

"What's going on? Yaoken—" Jingujiquan's voice was blocked again, and he swallowed the name panting, "What happened?"

Yiqi lifted his head, looked sideways at the window, and said in a low voice: "Baishi...he came in, your spiritual power is unstable, we...we can't do anything..."

As if he was having difficulty breathing, he chewed the bloody fact between his lips and teeth.

When Jingu Jiquan heard the name, his jaw tightened, his whole body shook, and he stabilized his body without saying a word.

But Hishikiri could feel the trembling of the hand in his palm.

As if to cover up such a fact, Jingujiquan tried to withdraw his hand, he pressed his lips tightly, his eyes were dark and deep, and his cheeks were pale without a trace of blood, as if he had become a ghost that was drawn away in an instant.

"It's me..." He bit off the rest of the words vaguely, followed Yiqi Yizhen to the window under the half-support of Mustache, and glanced down.

Just looking at it, Jingujiquan coughed uncontrollably in a muffled voice. He coughed more and more, and slowly broke free from Hikakiri's support. He fell down and sat under the window sill, solidified into a sculpture.

"Patriarch, leave it to me." Fu Sangshen's eyesight is better than that of humans, and Mustache just glanced hastily and found his younger brother among the swords, turned his head and said softly on one knee.

It took several seconds for Jingongjiquan to realize what he said, as if he lost all energy in an instant, his voice was low and calm: "No, if it wasn't for me, he would have done something even worse Bar."

Although he didn't look carefully, he could also guess that Baishi would not leave him a chance to take advantage of the loophole.

All his concerns are held hostage by others, who else has the qualifications to save them except him.

"But I'm not the kind of dead-headed person, if I can..." He only spoke halfway, when he heard Baishi downstairs began to chant waka loudly.

Jingujiquan's words were cut short.

There was a strange expression on his face, as if the fire was burning his back, and the cold, frost and snow covered his skin, he seemed to have put on a battle armor in an instant, melting the fire, ice and snow into his bones and flesh .

"The drizzle and dew in May are still ruthless, and send my name Du Juanyi, flying up to the sky! Are your rain and dew and cuckoo ready!"

Shiraishi laughed loudly, striking a crisp accompaniment with the sword in his hand.

Jingujiquan stood up tremblingly leaning on the wall, straightened his back, expressionless, and looked down at Shiraishi who was laughing in the courtyard.

He accepted Shiraishi's gauntlet.